The 1945 American Invasion of Japan

By Dominick Ricca

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• Language: English
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• Release date: Dec 9, 2005
• ISBN: 9781465314727

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Copyright © 2006 by Dominick Ricca.

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Contents

Introduction

Preface

Jan Melton and His talking Penis

I, PENIS

Introduction

Professor Schuyler Norbert has done a superb job of editing and assembling together in one publication these war dispatches, articles and private letters to hammer home to the American people as forcefully and clearly as possible the monstrous and unforgivable deception practiced upon them by President Harry Truman.

The explosive article by Ward Alexander which appeared in International magazine shocked the American public, with its revelation that America had in its war arsenal a weapon of awesome power which, if used against Japan, would surely have forced that nation to surrender immediately. There would have been no need for the invasion of Japan, with its enormous cost in human life, both American and Japanese.

But the President chose not to use this war-ending weapon for moral and personal religious reasons. All this will be made clear in the following pages.

Americans were lied to, told a total fabrication, when they were informed of the way General Douglas MacArthur died. The true manner of that great American’s death was suppressed on the direct order of President Truman.

The defeats and failures had gravely affected MacArthur’s mind. With anguish in his soul he brooded over all those men—those tens of thousands of men—killed in attempting to invade Kyushu. And on top of the emotional suffering he endured came the brutal, summary way he was relieved of his command was just to much for him and—but I will not tell the true story here. The reader will find out how MacArthur really exited this life.

Of course Truman does not want the facts to come out. The presidential election is next year. Truman has given every indication that he will seek the presidency in his own right.

He is currently finishing out President Roosevelt’s fourth term. Now he will be running next year to show that he can win the White House himself. His opponent will most likely be the governor of New York State, Thomas Dewey, who will try for a second time to be elected president, having been defeated by Roosevelt in 1944.

Naturally, Truman does not want the facts to come out that will destroy him politically. Is it conceivable that with the publication of Alexander’s article and now this short book by Professor Norbert that the leaders of the Democratic Party would give the presidential nomination to Truman? I very much doubt it.

Hence Truman’s frantic anxiety. He had tried desperately to halt publication of this work by Professor Norbert, without success. His aides tried secretely to persuade Alexander to destroy his article. They even attempted to bribe him with a huge sum of money. He told them that no amount of money could buy his silence. He had left the Truman Administration because he wanted the American people to know how their president had betrayed the nation and the fighting men under his command.

Yes, Ward Alexander showed that he is a man of integrity and principle. When he stoutly refused to do the what Truman wanted, that man ordered the Attorney General to harass and hound him. FBI agents followed him wherever he went, and they did it openly, to let him know that he was under constant surveillance. A number of times the G-men came to his house late at night and subjected him to hours of interrogation. They even broke into his house twice when he was away and left it in a shambles.

When Mr. Alexander’s lawyer publicly demanded to know why his client was being subjected to this kind of treatment, the Justice Department issued a statement preposterously accusing Mr. Alexander of being a member of a Communist spy ring in Washington, D.C.!

Of course the charge was all a red herring. The proof is that the Justice Department never brought any spy charges against Ward Alexander. How could it? He had been thoroughly investigated by the FBI before he became special assistant to Secretary of War Henry Stimson.

This is the way things are done in the Truman Administration. No punches are pulled, anything is justified and allowed to protect the reputation of the President and to preserve his public image as a strong Commander in Chief.

Harry Truman is guilty of the greatest crime in the history of this Republic. As you read the pages of this book you will find out why I make that sweeping indictment of that man.

By his folly and his morbid Christian conscience he is personally responsible for the death of hundreds of thousand of American lives. And for many more hundreds of thousands of Japanese lives.

Yes, all those people would be alive today if Harry Truman did not consult his weak-willed, quirky Christian conscience and instead did his duty as he had sworn to do when he took the oath of office.

He is not fit to be president. For his foul crime Truman must not win in November 1948! With his tenderhearted mentality, let him become a Baptist preacher!

Edmond Bancroft,

professor emeritus,

Bridgeton College, Iowa.

Preface

In putting together what I consider this strong case against President Truman, I have of course relied heavily on Ward Alexander’s article, The Betrayal of the American Armed Forces by the Commander in Chief.

And to help me tell the full story I have included excerpts from the dispatches of a few war correspondents, pages from the diary of a GI, an account of the Kamikaze onslought by a commander of a unit of Kamikaze pilots, and also from the letters of a United States congressman. I have also included some pages from a court chamberlain at the Japanese Imperial Palace written by him some months after the war.

Ward Alexander was special assistant to Secretary of War Henry Stimson, a Republican whom President Roosevelt had appointed to that office before America became involved in World War Two.

It was Stimson who told Truman of the Manhattan Project (codename for the attempt to build an atomic bomb.) He gave a brief history of how the Manhattan Project was started, from Einstein’s letter to Roosevelt to the decision to go ahead with the project in absolute secrecy. Roosevelt, with his lordly mentality, had neglected to tell his vice president.

At the time of Roosevelt’s death the atomic bomb had not been successfully tested. If the test did succeed, Truman, newly installed as President of the United States, would be confronted with a major decision: Should he use the atomic bomb against the Japanese?

It was while Truman was attending the Potsdam Conference with Prime Minister Winston Churchill and Generalissimo Joseph Stalin when he received a coded cable informing him that the atomic bomb test was a success.

In his article, Alexander vividly described Truman’s astonishing reaction. The President revealed himself to be a shameful weakling, a maudlin religious dreamer, and a despicable traitor to the fighting men under his command.

He did not behave like a strong Commander in Chief willing to make that one hard, necessary decision which would have certainly brought the war to s speedy end and spared the lives of hundreds of thousands of American soldiers, marines, sailors, and airmen.

This, then, is the story of a tragic failure. Barring the Civil War, it will go down in our history as our greatest tragedy.

Harry Truman made his decision, with all its bloody, indefensible consequences. It is a decision that will live in infamy as long as the Stars and Stripes endure.

Schuyler Norbert,

professor of Contemporary

History,

Ovington College,

New Mexico.

August 1947

On July 15, President Truman arrived in Berlin for the Potsdam Conference with Winston Churchill and Joseph Stalin. He was lodged in a suburban lakeside villa. The villa was quickly dubbed the Little White House.

It was in that villa that Truman was handed a decoded cable by Stimson, after the President had returned from a tour through the devastated city of Berlin.

Here is an excerpt from Ward Alexander’s article. He was with Stimson when Truman returned from seeing the rubble that had once been the capital of Hitler’s empire.

President Truman seemed shaken when he walked slowly into the library where Stimson and I were waiting for him. He had just come back after driving through Berlin, or what was left of it.

Truman’s face was gray. There was a brooding expression on his features. When he looked at us, his eyes seemed far away, unfocused.

And then, suddenly, recovering himself somewhat, he said in an excited, shrill voice, Harry, Harry, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! Nothing but ruins, ruins! Our bombers and the British bombers did all that horrible damage! And think of the thousands of people who died in those air raids! Men, women, children, babies!

The Germans killed thousands with their air raids on English cities, Stimson said in a quiet, even voice. And they killed thousands more civilians with their rockets. And I’m sure you have seen the films of the Nazi concentration camps with the skeletonized bodies of men and woman piled up like sacks of potatoes."

Yes, yes, terrible, terrible, Truman said sadly. In this war both sides had war criminals. And we still have Japan to deal with!

Stimpson held out the cable he had received from the War Department only an hour ago.

I think you should read this, Mr. President, he said. It’s from Groves.

President Roosevelt had appointed Lieutenant General Leslie Groves to take charge of the Manhattan Project, the attempt to build an atomic bomb. It was a massive, topsecret enterprise, financed by money from the President’s private fund which did not appear in the national budget.

I had already read the cable Truman now held in his hand. It reported that the atomic bomb test at Alamorgordo, New Mexico, was a resounding success. It had even exceeded the most optimistic expectations of the scientists. The United States had done it. America now had a bomb that could generate more than 20,000 tons of TNT.

I glanced at Stimson while the President read the cable. He was smiling. He thought that Truman would be jubilant that the test was a success, and so did I.

But we were bewildered and dismayed by the way the President reacted. I never expected him to behave that way. He slumped into a stuffed armchair, as if all the life had gone out of him. He crushed the paper in his hand and let it fall to the floor. Pressing his hands to his face, he leaned over, rocking back and forth, and making low moaning sounds. I didn’t think any man could be more despondent and full of despair as Harry Truman was at that moment. But, I told myself, this is the President of the United States, the Commander in Chief of sixteen million memembers of the armed forces. What a pathetic sight he was.

Stimpson and I kept a respecful silence, watching in incredible amazement the President’s incomprehensible behavior. We looked at each other, Stimson shaking his head in wide-eyed wonder. I could not fathom why the President was acting this way.

Finally Truman found his voice. He removed his hands from his face and stood up, squaring his shoulders.

Why did that damn test have to be successful? he muttered, bitter and resentful. I was hoping and praying, yes, praying that the goddamn bomb test would be a failure, a big fizzle.

Mr. President, I ventured to say, this project cost billions.

So what? Truman responded irritably. We’ve had boondoggles before, and also costing billions!

President Roosevelt authorized the spending of those billions on the Manhattan Project for a purpose, Stimson said. He didn’t consider it a boondoggle, or some make-work WPA thing.

Roosevelt is dead! Dead and gone! I am now the President, and don’t you forget it!

But, Mr. President, don’t you see what the success of the test in New Mexico means?

All too goddamn clearly! Now I have to decide! Yes, I have to decide whether or not to use that beastly bomb!

But you do not have to decide whether or not to use it, Stimson said. You must use it. It is imperative that you use it. It is a military necessity. You must use it!

And kill more innocent civilians! Truman shouted back at Stimson in a quivering voice. Kill more men, women, children, babies, as we already did in Germany! We slaughtered hundreds of thousands of them! There is blood on our hands, and on the hands of the British. How could two Christians like Roosevelt and Churchill follow a policy of annihilating such masses of human beings? Moral madness! Those two are war criminals, along with the Nazis! And that smiling Joe Stalin is no slouch in the business of exterminating people by the millions! Good old Uncle Joe!

But, Mr. President—

Don’t interrupt me, damnit! I’m making a very important point of morality, goddamnit! Let me finish, will you?

We’re listening, Mr Preisent Stimson said.

God, God, this has been the killingest century of them all, and it has to stop! We in this so-called enlightened age have killed more people than in all the preceding centuries combined! And we are not halfway through this century!

Mr. President, said Stimson, must I remind you that you have a responsibility to the men under your command?

You don’t have to remind me!

When you send those men into battle, you must give them all the power, every kind of weapon that will insure victory and minimize deaths. Before every invasion of those Pacific islands, we bombed the hell out of the Japs with our big naval guns and our airplanes. And we still suffered heavy casualties. Those fanatical Japs don’t surrender. They stop fighting only when they are dead.

Don’t use that kind of war-logic on me! I will not tolerate that kind of reasoning! Your words are all specious rationalizations—the counsel of the Devil! And make no mistake about it, he exists! All the monstrous evils of this century prove his existence!

Mr. Preisent, I said, smiling. The Devil… really… .

Yes, Mr. President, added Stimson, I think we should leave Old Nick out of this discussion.

I can see the skepticism in your faces, both of you! People like you, without deep religious convictions, are always ready to go the way of this sinful world! Well, I’m not! I will not follow the path of violence, destruction, and death! My first duty is to my Christian conscience! My conscience will guide me, tell me what to do, and not a secretary of war! We should have a secretary of peace!

Yes, yes, agreed Stimson, that is a morally brilliant idea, Mr. President. After we have defeated Japan, you can propose such an office to Congress. Yes, we can even abolish the office of secretary of war and have instead a secretary of peace. That would be a marvelous example to the rest of the world.

I’m glad you agree with me.

But first we must bring the war with Japan to a speedy end without further loss of American lives. And the only way to do that is to drop the atomic bomb on one or two Japanese cities.

Obliterate whole cities! Slaughter hundreds of thousands of men, women and children! Never, never, not while I’m the President of the United States! I’ll go down in history as a mass killer, like those two monsters, Hitler and Stalin!

But, Mr. President, Stimson said, It is the only way to end this war as quickly as possible. If you don’t use the bomb, you have only one other choice. You know what that is.

What other choice do I have? Truman asked.

Here I got up the courage to speak a second time.

Mr. President, you will have to approve the plan to invade Japan. The Joint Chiefs of Staff have already drawn up plans for that invasion. The buildup on Okinawa, from where the invasion armada will be launched, is going on as we speak.

Yes, Stimson said. MacArthur will be the commanding general, with your approval, of course.

A sound military mind, but a bit flamboyant and with a giant ego to match his arrogance. And as much as a publicity hound as a Hollywood movie star. Dollars to doughnuts that man has presidential ambitions.

Do you approve of the choice, Mr. President?

MacArthur is our top general in the Pacifice… yes, he will do okay. I think Mac can pull it off with a minimum of casualties.

Here Stimson was moved to genuine anger. Most of the time, Stimson, an aristocratic gentleman of the old school, was a very calm, sedate person. I had never seen him show such emotion before.

Mr. President, the invasion of Japan was a contingency plan! If the atomic bomb test failed, we would have to send troops into the Japanese homeland to force that country to surrender, as we did with Nazi Germany! But now we have that powerful bomb, and with it we can bring Japan to its knees—surrender! A bloody invasion, with its enormous cost in American lives, is absolutely unecessary! You cannot be seriously contemplating sending in our boys to fight those fanatical Jap soldiers on all their islands, right up to the northern most island, Hakkaido! And believe me, they will fight like demons for their homeland! We lost over ten thousand soldiers, marines and sailors in the Okinawa invasion! Japan could cost us twenty times that figure!

How else can we defeat Japan?

By using the atomic bomb! You owe it to the men under your command! It is your sworn duty!

No, that is where you are wrong! My duty is to humanity! I hold in my hand all those innocent Japanese lives.

And also the lives of the Japanese soldiers?

No, they will fight and die as loyal soldiers should in defending their country.

What about our boys—their lives?

They will fight courageously and die bravely for America.

Mr. President, if I may point out— I began.

You keep out of this, Alexander! Truman flared up at me, his face turning red. This discussion is between the President of the United States and his Secretary of War! A clerk has no business butting in and adding his two cents on matters of policy!

Mr. President, Stimson said, trying to control his temper, War Alexander is my special assistant. He has given me good and sound advice in the past. He is not a clerk.

Okay, okay, Truman said testily.

Stimson tried another angle to win Truman over.

Mr. President, let’s suppose the Japs had the atomic bomb.

So, okay, let’s suppose that.

Do you think they would hesitate to use it against us? No, they wouldn’t hesitate a minute. They would not be bound by any religious scruples! They would be clobbering our cities with them!

Stimson, my mind is not paralyzed by my religious scruples! On the contrary, my mind is activated and guided by my Christian scruples! How can a person who follows the teaching of the man who preached the Sermon on the Mount even think of dropping that hell-bomb on densely populated cities? Think of all those lives snuffed out in minutes. Man, have you no humanity?

Mr. President, is there anything I can say to make you change your mind?

Only if you can convert me into a savage and barbarian. As long as I remain a faithful Christian, I will not give the order to use the atomic bomb.

Is that your final word, Mr. President?

My final and unchangeable word.

God help our boys.

Yes, God will be with them, Truman said solemnly.

Stimson made one last effort, but he was too choked up with emotion. I glanced at him. I saw tear-streaks moving slowly down his cheeks.

Mr. President, Mr. President… . he began in a pleading, anguished voice. But seeing the stern, tight-lipped expression on the President’s face he turned around and walked out of the room. I followed right behind him without saying a word of goodby to the President of the United States.

That was Ward Alexander’s account of why Truman refused to make use of the atomic bomb. The President was a Christian first and Commander in Chief second. He was guilty of a flat-out violation of his duty to the men of our armed forces.

And so the attempt to invade Kyushu took place on November 1, 1945. The code name of the invasion was Olympic. If it succeeded, the second invasion (code-named Coronet) would take place on March 1, 1946, and this time American troops would land on the main island of Honshu.

This second invasion would be launched from Sagami Bay, just outside Tokyo Bay. The first target would be the big port city of Yokohama and the towns around it.

The final destination would be the capital, Tokyo, and then the Imperial Palace, where it was expected Emperor Hirohito would make his last stand.

Once the emperor was captured, the man the Japanese believed to be a god, it was expected that the Japanese would lay down their arms and surrender.

American military planners did not rule out the possibility that Hirohito, along with his top military and civilian adviers, would commit suicide when they saw their cause was lost. Of course the Americans knew that the soldiers with their god-emperor would fight in his defense with fanatical fury.

On October 25 the invasion armada left the waters of Okinawa and headed toward Japan. There were almost a thousand ships in that enormous armada, including twenty aircraft carriers, twelve battle ships with 14-inch guns, a score of cruisers, also carrying big guns, a hundred destroyers, a dozen minesweepers, and most important of all, the troop ships with a 150,000 men aboard, and numbering over two hundred.

By October 30 all those vessels lay ten miles from Kyushu. They would move in within a mile of the shore when the invasion actually began.

On October 31, the day before the invasion, General Douglas MacArthur held a press conference aboard the cruiser Ohio, where he had set up his headquarters.

Before the conference, the general had a Catholic priest, a rabbi, and a Protestant minister invoke the blessings of God on the success of the invasion and on all the men under his command.

When the brief religious service was over, MacArthur said, Okay, shoot. Fran, you got the first question.

He was referring to Fran Brett of the Denver Register.

"General,